Fifty-second Nail

That was certainly... annoying. Waking up to that after a wonderful dream was not my idea of a good time. The man simply has such a low level tolerance for teasing - no wonder he's a bit on the violent side. My wrist still hurts from all the tugging around yesterday.

My poor nails are in sad need for repair too. And I think I twisted my ankle a little.

Ah well, thank you Jan for letting stop by after the curse was over. I needed a some pleasent company before returning home.

So darlings, what did I miss and who ate all the cheese cake?